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Hornblower x Baby Pelican Insults Part 1/2

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The Slave Ship: Slavers throwing overboard The Dead & Dying, Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1840 (detail)

Small Boats beside a Man-o’-War, by Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1796-97

Peace- Burial at Sea, by Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1842

The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken Up, by Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1838

Keelmen Heaving in Coals by Moonlight by Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1835

Storm shipwreck, by Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1823

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Ship types

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alan rickman in truly madly deeply (1990)

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Ships with height differences. Reblog if you agree

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OKUMURA Koichi（奥村厚一 Japanese,1904-1974）

Far view of Higashiyama  東山展望   1948   Woodblock print   27.3 x 40 cm   via

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NEW PHOTOS KLAXON

Or at least new to me!

The Canterbury Museum in Christchurch has the photos of J.R. Dennistoun, friend of the Expedition and the Kiwi who joined the Terra Nova for her relief trip in 1911, in charge of the mules.

Annoyingly I can't copy/paste the link to the collection directly, but if you go here and click on an object, then scroll down on the object details to "Named collection: DENNISTOUN, James R" you can click on his name and see all his stuff that way. I think some of the photos might have been taken by others, such as the product placement ones, but our pal JRD has been quite good at labelling people!

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Shipping at anchor, by Henry Redmore (1820-1887)

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Complete Picture of a Steamship: Scenery of Uraga from the Sea, by Utagawa Sadahide, 1863

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Miss Elisabeth “Betsy” Miller - Captain

Betsy was born on 11th June 1792, as the eldest of ten children to a shipping family at Saltcoast in Ayrshire, Scotland and spent her childhood aboard her father’s ship. She took over office duties when her Brother John took as Master his duties of the Clytus the family brig.

The only known image of Betsy, probably from an engraving, original artist  unknown.

When he drowned, she took over command of the ship as “ sailing master”, arguing “ Who knows her better than I do ?” Well, much of what is said about her today and what was written about her back then probably belongs in the corner of myths and exaggerated embellishments. And some things may be controversial but she manages to be recognized as a female Captain and Owner of the Clytus and to be listed in the official Lloyd Register. 

‘The Clytus’ had a crew of 14 men and was built  of material salvaged of a french man- o- war  carried 200 tons of mostly coal to the Irish ports, then limestone back to Ardrossan.

The Clytus

Betsy proved herself a highly successful businesswoman. She continued to sail until she was 70, and then handed over command of the Clytus to her youngest Sister Hannah, retiring to the family home in Saltcoast. Where she died two years later on  the  12th  May  1864. Neither Betsy or Hannah had ever married. 

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Utagawa Hiroshige’s Hatsune Riding Ground in Bakuro Chō, 1857

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Caulking the Main Deck of HMS Trincomalee by jones_shipwrights

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Stormy Sea in the Sunset, by Ivan Ayvazovsky, 1896

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Utagawa Hiroshige’s Horikiri Iris Garden, 1857

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https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.